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Magical

I think you may be an angel, the like ghosts have never seen
I think I made you up because you are a dream
I think that I’m unfaithful because I never can measure up
To the perfection of your beauty or the expression of your love
You are the magnificence that I can never name
You are the forest fire untouched by the rain
You are all these things and so much more
You are the one I always will adore
And you set me on a path anew
You made me realise the power that resides in you
And in myself through the reflection in your eyes
That will live on even while these bodies die
Yes, you are the Lord made flesh and the ultimate divine
And though all things will pass away you are forever mine
Because what we cannot touch we can never lose
And we don’t get to pick what we cannot refuse

The White Patterns On The Wall

Beautiful designs paint patterns on the wall
As the faded white lines are designed to enthral
And stun my eyes into a kind of subtraction
That robs me blind of the power of action
And as I stay rooted on the one spot
I think of all the things that I am not
And never could grow up to be
In the conscience of silence it was never me
As I lost my purpose and my will to believe
In anything more than what’s up your sleeve
As you wound me in spindles that went round the earth
I grew up to learn that love could never hurt
Just the jealousy that accompanies that kind of attraction
Could you call it anything more than the king of subtraction
That steals from you the sweetest of feelings
And pours regret into all of your dealings
And how did I come to be bowed down so low
When it was so clear that you’re where I’m to go
And just like a shepherd trying to keep still the night
I don’t know if I harbour the vestiges of fright
For ever having seen an angel celest
I cannot deny that you are the best

Impeccable

You walked into the room like a storm inside the sky
And I thought that in that moment my life was completely fly
And you looked just like an angel all white light and hair
I praised God the good that I could just be there
But then the night rained down and the world was full of thunder
I could feel the water rise and I was going under
And was it all worth it, just to know your name
Cause after that experience I could never be the same
And you still shine on in a crazy rebel hue
And I am still in awe of the mightyness of you
But you don’t seem to be quite the same with me
I guess I lost my glory but you kept your mystery

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